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Colt hurries over, his face pale, and she knows the words hit him hard. They’re the same words she once said to him. He told her he loved her, and she didn’t believe it.

“Baby, look at me,” Colt orders.

The fear in his eyes overwhelms her, and she hates how much still hasn’t fully healed between them no matter how much work they put in and time passes. “I’m okay.”

‘Say the word, and I’ll risk my leather to take care of Zane. For you, I’ll do it.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” VP shouts and steps up to him.

“Back the fuck away!” Colt screams as he turns and gets into her father’s face. “You don’t get to fucking speak right now.”

Pulling Colt back, Lex points at the patch on his chest. “You earned this. Don’t you dare risk it.”

“I’ll risk it for you.”

“Don’t let him take what you’ve earned. He’s not worth it. Promise me.”

“I promise,” he says and looks over his shoulder. “Clean up your kid’s mess, Nash. This is no one’s responsibility but yours. Prospects, get the fuck out of here and let him do it alone.”

Lex fights to hide the smile of satisfaction when she sees the offended look on her father’s face. Someone’s finally forcing him to face the consequences of his actions.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard him,” Diesel says and rests a hand on Lex’s shoulder. “Your kid, your responsibility.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Shrugging, Jennings waves the others towards the door. “You heard your President, Nash.”

“I need to go and check on Mom,” Lex says, the room suddenly closing in on her.

Dashing outside, her chest heaves as she takes deep breaths. In and out. Her father’s ignorance caused him to lose his woman and his daughter. At close to sixty, he’s finally experiencing the consequences of his actions. What it cost him and everyone else around.

He doesn’t love me. Not really. Someone who loves me wouldn’t allow this to happen. Wouldn’t turn a blind eye until it truly affected him. He deserves this.

Chapter Fifteen

Griffin’s Beach

Colt

Leaning back in his seat at the head of the table, Colt waits for everyone to filter into the room for Church. The almost-wedding from the other day has been cleaned up, but the tension in the clubhouse has been thick. Something has to change.

Speaking of change, Colt watches Brock and Beckett having a hushed conversation right outside of the Chapel. It’s been happening for a few days now, and he knows they’re planning something. And he knows it has to do with Shannon.

He stands to join them and find out what’s going on when Ky walks up and places a hand on his shoulder. “I got something to bring to the table tonight.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Best if you’re as surprised as everyone else. Don’t want you to get accused of conspiring.”

Nodding, he sits back down and makes a mental note to talk to Brock and Beckett about those side conversations. Something feels off, but it’s hard to pinpoint exactly where that something is. It’s the entire clubhouse.

“Did you hear they found another body?” Venom asks as he sits to Colt’s right.

“Yeah, and the police department is getting annihilated by the press,” Ky says with a smirk. “Serves them right. You know, since they’re taking out the trash in town.”

Colt chuckles. It’s only a matter of time before the heads of the GBPD come crawling back to the club for help with the supposed serial killer they have. They can’t even identify the victims, so they’re going to struggle even more identifying the killer.

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